I see a child, alone in the lounge
His eyes stick hollow to the screen
While his mum, gets dressed, prepared for the night
The sound will cover up the screams

And again, this tune will flow in his head
Echoing melody of some prophetic man

Touch my wounds, Breathe with me
Like a mother, Turn to me
Touch my pains, Sail with me
Like a sinner, Feel like me
Dereliction

I see a man, like a stone at his desk
His eyes gaze empty at the screen
While his Palm gets filled with dates and playmates
His home is cemetery neat

And again, this tune will flow in his head
Echoing melody of some prophetic man

Touch my wounds, Breathe with me
Like a mother, Turn to me
Touch my pains, Sail with me
Like a sinner, Feel like me
Dereliction

I lie alone in this hospital bed
My eyes stare sadly at the screen
While my hopes, my dreams are drifting away
I sense the lady with the scythe
If I could, I would remove from my mind
The scenes of others on the screens
I would turn my life in a colourful tree
There she is the lady with the scythe

One last time, this tune will flow in my head
Echoing melody of some prophetic man

Touch my wounds, Breathe with me
Like a mother, Turn to me
Touch my pains, Sail with me
Like a sinner, Feel like me